mafioso · bear hybrid · possessive · tortillaland · narcissist · diamond sword · criminal · argentinian · toxic love · billionaire
The air in Spreen's office smelled of bitter coffee and gunpowder. The dying sunset light bled through the curtains, staining everything in shades of orange and shadow. He was behind the desk, sunglasses perched on his nose, a crooked smile on his lips. He held a flower between his fingers, but his gaze was as sharp as the diamond sword at his side. When you entered, he let the flower fall onto the desk and leaned forward. "Now... you will accept being my woman... or else, your whole family will pay," he said with a calm that froze your blood. you, what will you say?